Chad Thompson was hanging off the dder of his expensive helicopter, which quickly nded on a rge helipad. This pad rested on the top of a giant cruise ship, which floated miles away from the mainnd.

  It was pitch bck night, so the glowing golden ship illuminated the surrounding sea.

  Chad walked off as the helicopter nded behind him, with powerful winds hitting the back of his head. As he walked forward, he quickly noticed a man in a dark suit standing nearby.

  He had light brown skin, dark red sungsses, and combed back hair. He held a cane, which he rested upon. Chad was tired of these suited guys, so he sighed as he walked up to him.

  “You’re the Don’s second in command, right? Marlio?” Chad asked nonchantly as he loomed over the man.

  “Yea exactly, Mister Thompson. The Don expects you, so I’ll lead the way. You had a safe flight here?” The man named Marlio asked as he began walking off, tapping his cane on the ground.

  “As if you’d care. Just keep fucking walking, bud.” He replied with a frown, silencing the Don’s second in command.

  They continued through the cruise ship, walking past half naked partying women and suited security. Despite the incredible heat, none of the men, including Marlio, broke a sweat.

  After a minute or so of walking, they reached the highest peak of the ship, which was a massive open bedroom that overlooked a pool.

  By that poolside was a chubby older man in shorts, who sat on a long pool chair with sungsses on. He had a trimmed beard and receded hair, making him look ugly in comparison to the spry and young Alpha male.

  Next to him were two suited gentlemen, who watched Chad silently. Chad noticed the men standing near the Don gave off a familiar aura. The aura of degenerates!

  This made Chad’s eyes slightly tense up from annoyance. He had just dealt with freaks like them a few hours earlier, but these ones didn’t even have the decency to hide their power like Mr. G and DC had.

  “This is the Don, Mister Thompson.” Marlio expined with a smile as he walked to the side, giving Chad enough room to stand.

  The Don took off his sungsses and sat up on his pool chair, revealing his crooked teeth through his smile.

  “Haha!! Chad Thompson! Syer of the Cuck King! Savior of the World! The st Alpha! Welcome to my humble abode! You want a smoke, my boy? You’d need to bring down your nerves after such a long flight!” Don Domination ughed as he spped his knee and stood up, his gut jiggling with every step.

  He waved his hand, leading one of his suited bodyguards to bring an expensive cigarette case, one even more pricey than the one DC had given before.

  The bodyguard had a bandana that covered his face, revealing his eyes. He was wearing full bck, but had bits of brown dirt scattered around his chin. His scent was also covered up by expensive cologne, which annoyed Chad.

  “No thanks. Let’s just stay focused so I can leave as fast as possible, Don.” Chad scoffed as he crossed his muscur arms.

  The bodyguard backed away, standing behind the Don once again. The Don chuckled silently as he took the cigar from his bodyguard, with his other one lighting it with a golden lighter.

  “All good, all good! My boy, you have no fuckin clue how shocked I was when one of my contacts told lil old me that the motherfucker who took out the King of Cucks really wanted to meet up and talk! I was even more SHOCKED when I found out that he had just killed one of my best business partners, Daddy McDickerson!” The Don ughed as he scratched his fat gut.

  The Don’s statement made the two nearby bodyguards tense up, with their eyebrows raised. Even Marlio was a bit shocked, not knowing it was Chad who started this McDickerson issue.

  “And I’m even more shocked that this same man has the gall to contact me after fucking up my contact with that guy. You know he provided me with more than half of the hoes on this ship?! Millions of dolrs of cash alone were circuting between the two of us, all severed because someone wanted to py ‘hero.’ And you aren’t even doing a good job of that, huh?” He continued, puffing his cigar smoke into the air.

  “What the hell are you talking about, Don? You ought to bring down your own nerves.” Chad asked calmly, shrugging.

  When he said this, the other bodyguard stepped forward, stomping his foot onto the ground. This shattered the wood beneath it, sending bits of wood flying

  “Watch your tone, Thompson! You don’t talk to the Don with that sas!” The other bodyguard yelled, clenching his fists.

  He had a rge bulge around his pants, accentuating his butt and hips. It was as if he were wearing pants beneath his pants!

  The Don turned back to his guard and shook his head, sighing calmly.

  “Nah, rex Paul. The man is right and we should all listen to his great advice, which he stole from me. Stressed fucks don’t st long in our business.” The Don chuckled as he turned back to Chad, staring at him.

  “Our?”

  “Fuck yes! You don’t have to deny it, kid! I can see what you’re doing from a goddamn mile away. Over the past few months, you’ve been picking up at my lower ventures. My real estates, my drug producers, and construction projects… You even got to my government connections, you sneaky fox! You trying to build up a little Syndicate or something? So much for a hero, ha!” Don chuckled as he blew smoke out from his cigar.

  “Don, I came here to discuss the damn McDickerson Remnant. Not my goals. Think what you think, but I’m not doing what I do for cowardly reasons like you fucks.” Chad replied coldly as he looked at the two degenerate henchmen behind the Don.

  “Struck a nerve? Heh, whatever keeps you asleep at night, boy. I’m just happy you’ve woken up to the fact that I’m the goddamn Don. The one at the top of OUR dirty world. If you go high enough in this pce, you’ll hit the ceiling. I am that ceiling, kid. The Don who dominates all. Including those magical girl’s, like your little girlfriend.

  Her and her little crew couldn’t even take me out, even with their bullshit pretty princess magic. So no fucking rookie gang of McDickerson’s kids are touching me. It’s you who needs me to survive.” The Don expined with a cold smile, causing the two degenerate henchmen to chuckle

  “Not at all. We need each other at this point. The remnant is an issue. Not just mine, but yours too. Even your little goons back there can’t help you against them. I can assure you that.”

  “Don’t underestimate us, Alpha. I’m the goddamn Shit Lord. Any shit you produce can be controlled by me, even within your body! I can only do it cause I fuckin’ love shit! And that strong motherfucker over there is Paul Pantser! Wearing Adult Diapers gives my boy strength, and he hasn’t taken those bad boys off in a month. I can tell!”

  “What the fuck! You clowns are uniquely shitty for degenerates. Seriously Don, are you really employing these goofy fucks as your security? Degenerates? Have you fallen that low?” Chad mocked the Don as he looked at Paul and Lord in disgust.

  Their faces tensed up as their faces reddened from rage. That was the st straw for them!

  “YOU!” Paul Pantser roared as both he and Shit Lord kicked off the ground, bsting towards Chad with their fists raised.

  A rancid aura surrounded the men, with Shitlord being fortified by massive turd armor. Paul Pantser’s pant’s grew, with his muscles growing to a freakish size.

  They prepared to sm their fists into Chad, who prepared to punch them in his Alpha form. That was until a bck fsh ran between the three, with Marlio instantly appearing.

  He held his arms up, holding the two degenerates in pce. He looked up at them in annoyance, with his clear eye showing through his dark red gsses.

  “Stop.” Marlio muttered, instantly causing the two to transform back into their normal forms, leaping back to the Don’s side.

  The Don stayed silent as he crossed his arms, shaking his head as the spectacle ended. Chad looked down at Marlio in annoyance.

  “Sorry.” The two bodyguards muttered as they looked at Marlio and the Don. The Don chuckled as Marlio walked back to the side, stumbling as he reached for his cane.

  “As you can see, my boys over here can pack a punch with their powers. You see, kid, I have nothing to fear. It was thanks to your little Cuckold War that the rest of the world learned about little old degenerates and their strengths…

  They’re easier to find or create than super abled people, less noble than pesky magical girls and require far less resources than any other freaks. We’re in a new great war, boy. A war to create more degenerates for whatever purposes. And I’ll be at the forefront of that production. Not the Remnant or whatever the fuck!” Don Domination expined with a smile, pointing at his bodyguards with a grin.

  Chad’s face turned stern as he considered what the Don of Domination had just said. He was right, after all. The amount of degenerates and thugs Chad had dealt with in the past few years was enough to make anyone scared.

  But still, that wasn’t the point of why he was here. He cleared his throat and chuckled, crossing his rge arms.

  “Heh, you think you would. But the Remnant is far younger and faster growing than you. Their numbers and potential degenerates triumphs yours by tenfold. In fact, nearly a third of your enforcers and soldiers have fled to the Remnant. Not only because they’re McDickerson’s bastards, but also because they can see the gang of a new age. Not the old bullshit crime family you’re from.” Chad responded, gaining his usual confidence back.

  He knew it was time to get to his main point and to py all of his cards.

  “Fuck are you talking about? Are you making up statistics to scare me or something? Well it ain’t working!” The Don chuckled as he raised his arms in confusion. Both Paul and Lord chuckled silently, covering their mouths with their hands.

  “No. You haven’t gotten the information, thanks to your organization's antiquated chain of command and shit. But, I have inside information from the Remnant, enough to know a few of their moves. Not in advance, but I know enough to tell you that a few of your key drug manufacturing sites have just been destroyed.” Chad smiled, remembering the operation he told DC to commence, right after he left Baltimore.

  Chad only knew about a single one of the Don’s production sites, which was near the city’s harbor. He had his eye on it, but thankfully kept distance from it.

  On the way to the Don’s sea vessel, Chad called DC and ordered him to destroy the pce as fast as possible, allowing for the Don to understand the Remnant’s supposed threat!

  The Don’s face froze as his eyes tensed up. He sat forward, clenching his fists by his legs.

  “What the hell are you on about, boy? If this is true, are you in on this fuckery!?” The Don asked

  “No. I was told when the operation had already occurred. If I knew, I would’ve told you to gain favor with you. I’m not an idiot.”

  “Shitlord. Is what this boy sayin’ true?” The Don turned and looked at the masked man, who closed his glowing white eyes.

  Shitlord stayed silent for a few seconds, as he rubbed the shitstains on his face, with more light coming out from his eye. After this, he turned back to the Don, with sweat dripping down from his face.

  “Yeah sir. It seems like Thompson over there is telling the truth! No bullshit! I can feel multiple of our soldiers, shitting themselves before they die in horrible, agonizing ways!” Shitlord expined with a frown, opening his eyes as he looked back up at Chad.

  Paul Pantser’s mouth twitched as he saw Chad chuckle, walking closer to the Don’s long chair. Marlio stayed silent, stroking his chin from afar.

  “That’s not all of the issues for you though. These fucks are only targeting you because you had the gall to contact the man who killed their Pops, even inviting him onto your ship! And you may ask, how the hell would they know this? My answer is that a few may even be on this vessel, listening to us right at this moment.” Chad expined, causing the Don to sweat slightly.

  “Listen to me. This is their danger! Their numbers will drown you out until you have no one loyal, with all of your men convinced to join the Remnants banners, either because of their cash or by fear!”

  “Don’t say no one, Chad. You may not get it, but this is a fucking family! Not everyone will fall for their crap!” Paul roared with his fists clenched.

  Lord pced his arm on Paul’s chest, calming him down. At the same time, the Don was smoking his cigar in silence, calming his nerves.

  “The age of your family crap is over. Like you said, it’s the age of degenerates, Don. The age of opportunists who’ll do whatever is possible to fulfill their desires. Including, switching sides in a conflict.” Chad smiled simply, crossing his arms.

  “What do you want, Thompson? Huh? Know I ain’t afraid, but I am damn furious about this shit!” The Don replied as he bit down on his cigar, nearly snapping it from rage.

  “I want us to work together. My influence on the Remnant through my informants is low, and the information they get is deyed. I can’t stay on top of this alone. So, if we work together, we can handle each other cannot.”

  “And how the hell would that work?” The Don asked, raising his eyebrow.

  “Simple. I give you every bit of insider intel I can get, which you’ll need in preparation. I’ll tell you who the rats in your crew are and let you get rid of them. I’ll give you cash and resources needed for whatever as long as we’re in the agreement.

  However, from you, I want your pns. I want to know where your sites are, who your employees are and what your operations are. I need information for this to work. I also want a few of your men as security, since I got a big event going on soon and I need safety.” Chad expined, remembering the wedding he had pnned.

  “Are you fucking with me? Seriously, do you really fuckin’ think that’s a fair goddamn deal?!” The Don roared as he crushed his cigar, throwing it into the nearby pool.

  “It’s the only one you have, Don. Otherwise, I have no clue if you’ll st by the end of this summer. Especially with the target that’s grown on your back, with me being here.”

  “Boss, I don’t think we should take it. This guy got no respect for nothing! He just wants to use us and leave us to the ground.” Shitlord said, with Paul Pantser nodding to the side.

  The Don turned to the two, considering what they had said. Chad’s eyebrow twitched, fearing that the convincing from before wasn’t even enough. So, he decided to bet everything he had right at that moment.

  “I’m feeling generous today, so how about this, Don? All of the supposed operations I’m working on that you spoke of, they can return back to you with no issue. This includes the spoils of war we’ll gain from taking down the Remnant. Sounds good or what?” Chad chuckled as he brushed back his hair, smiling.

  The Don’s eyes brightened when he heard Chad’s final proposal, finally chuckling. Chad would mostly lose more than gained from this, even with the bits of information that the Don had to give.

  He wasn’t a fool, instantly deciding he would give either fake or lower level information about his dealings to Chad. This way, he could win more and crush Chad’s ambitions in the criminal world.

  He smiled and stood up from his chair, waddling towards Chad with his gut jiggling.

  “Fine, Thompson. We got ourselves a deal. From now, until the Remnant is dead, we’ll be workin’ together.”

  “Good to see you’ve turned around, Don. You have a good brain in that old head of yours.” Chad chuckled as he shook the Don’s hand.

  Shitlord and Paul Pantser looked at Chad, enraged. But they stayed silent, not wanting to be yelled at by their boss. Marlio stood by the side, nodding silently. But as he did this, the Don caught a look at him and cleared his throat.

  “There’s one more thing however. I don’t completely trust you, boy. So I want to have Marlio shadow you. In fact, he’ll work under you until this operation is finished. You hear me, Marlio?!” The Don ordered, causing both Marlio and Chad’s eyebrows to furrow.

  “Me…? Oh well. Yes boss.” He accepted quickly.

  “What the fuck! I don’t want this fuck stuck with me!” Chad’s mouth twitched as he looked down at Marlio.

  “Come on Thompson! Marlio is a good fuckin’ soldier! He’ll just keep me updated on your musings, not anything too strange! Keep him or I’m out.” The Don continued with a grin, rubbing on his gut.

  “Fine! Whatever. I’ve got pces to be, so we can keep contact through him.” Chad replied as he pointed at Marlio, beginning to turn.

  “Alright alright! Don’t fuckin’ die yet, kid. We’ll see if these Remnant fucks are as strong as you say.” The Don chuckled, while his body guards watched Chad in annoyance.

  Chad nodded silently as he turned around, leaving the Don’s private quarters. Marlio was about to follow, but stopped when he heard his boss clear his throat.

  “He’s your boss for now. But remember, I’m your boss for fuckin’ life. Alright?”

  “Of course, boss. I’ll never forget that fact.” Marlio smiled as he followed Chad, with the two of them walking off towards the helicopter pad.

  The Don and his bodyguards silently watched the two leave, with a smile growing on the Don’s face.

  “This is a new age, heh… Bullshit. Nothing fuckin’ changes… You’ll understand that soon enough, Thompson…”

  At the edge of the boat, Marlio and Chad walked to the helicopter pad, where Chad’s driver, Roger, was waiting. Chad prepared to get on the chopper, but stopped when he felt his phone vibrate.

  He walked off from the helicopter pad, noticing it was Myusel who was calling! He’d normally ignore the call if it were anyone else, but he couldn’t when it came to his love.

  So he accepted the call, walking to the side as he brought the phone to his ear.

  “Myusel baby? I-I told you not to call my number at times like this… Dangerous people could be listening!” Chad whispered as he turned his head, noticing Marlio slowly walking towards the helicopter pad.

  “Chad… Did you n-not get my messages? Or any messages in general?” Myusel asked, with Chad noticing how tired she sounded through the phone.

  “No baby, I’ve been busy. I promise, I’ll look at them as soon as I’m somewhere safe.” He replied as he rubbed his forehead, sighing.

  “Safe? I thought you were out doing something reted to our wedding? Or, is it about the Remnant?”

  “Yes! It’s about them! That’s why I really have to hang up right now! I have no idea who the hell could be listening in on us! So, please, I’ll talk to you ter.” Chad answered quickly as he prepared to hang up.

  “Wait! Something happened today at the manor… Someone attacked us and destroyed everything… It was a McDickerson who did it.” Myusel swiftly replied, causing Chad to pause.

  “What?” Chad mumbled, his mouth trembling from rage. He wondered if DC and Mr. G knew about this or not. And if they did, he wondered how quickly he could smash the two of their skulls open.

  “Everything’s okay now. Milrd fought against them, and saved Rolondo and I. Rolondo, he… He’s grown so much. He was able to repair the house and help Milrd in the fight. We’re all safe and fine, but I just wanted you to know about what happened.” Myusel expined.

  “Oh god… Thank fuck you’re okay… A-and thank you for telling me, baby. I-I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’ll get any security possible to the manor right this instant, and we’ll keep you safe in the meantime… I promise. Fuck…” Chad replied, holding back his anger as he calmed down.

  “I trust you, honey. It may be hard now, but we’ve been through worse and made it out. Together. Just remember that…” Myusel said, with her tone becoming more cheerful towards the end.

  Chad smiled silently as he nodded, turning back to see Marlio standing right behind him.

  “Yeah I will. Thank you. I’ll see you ter and good night… I… I love you.” Chad smiled as he hung up, pcing his phone back in his pocket.

  “Who was that? Your magical girl friend or somethin’?” Marlio asked as he leaned on his cane. Chad turned and looked down at him in annoyance.

  “None of your fucking business. Now get on the goddamn helicopter so we can leave.”

  “Rex boss. Either way, it’ll be my business soon enough. We’ll have a long time to get to know each other, Mister Thompson.” Marlio smiled as he tapped his cane, walking onto the helicopter.

  Chad scoffed as he put his thumbs up, with the helicopter lifting upwards at the same time. He leaped onto the dder, looking down as he saw the glowing ship become smaller and smaller.

  He had to return home as soon as possible. But, he knew he had one more thing to deal with before returning.

  “Fuck… Everything is going in the right direction. I’m pying each side perfectly. Yet, I still feel like something’s going fucking wrong… Something… I won’t fuck up again… I won’t go back on my promises, like before… I swear…” Chad thought as he felt the rushing winds hit against his face, with his grip tightening.

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